The cries are heard
of the girl beyond,
but nobody cares to hear her song.
A song that's
full of confusion and fear,
a song where she sheds tear after tear.
"Why am i here?" she wants to know,
"What have i done to feel
Who has the right to do this to one?
For her it was pain,
for him sheer fun.
He threw her around like a raggedy doll
to me bitch, and come when i call"
He took her pureness again and again.
For her, life's changes will never end.
After some time, she stopped
the powerful fight,
Quickly, he disappeared into the dark of the night.
Isha Mittal - 2000
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